Dance Academy Tara Webster Novels & Stories

The hands were large, their palms burning with heat, sending electric jolts of warmth through my body. "Don't be scared. It's just a regular dance," one of them whispered. Seeing how lost in the performance Abigail was, I didn't want to disrupt the mood of the stage, so I stayed silent, tacitly allowing them to lead me. I started to move in time with him, his hands resting on my waist, his body pressed tightly against mine. I was surprised by his dancing skills, but the closeness of our positions made me feel uncomfortable. "Focus. Dancing is an art form," he said, noticing my distracted state. He leaned in, his breath close to my ear, and whispered the reminder, punctuating it with a playfu

I stepped out of my room, ready to seduce him but to my surprise, Jake Carson stood there wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, showing off his muscular biceps. Why? I wanted to be the teaser for once. But here comes Jake, who wins the game without even playing it. “Come on doll. What are you waiting for?” He asks, more like states before removing some boxing gloves from a bag, “Stretch yourself and we will start soon.” He says, making me smile a little at my devious plan. I turned my back to him, and touched my toes. I heard him groan softy, making a huge smile appear on my face, “Danika…please don’t.” He grumbled as I stood up straight and gave him a confused innocent look.

Even though I didn’t want to suffer over this situation, tears began streaming down my cheeks. I’m never home at that hour on Tuesdays, since I attend a modern dance class. Today, after waiting half an hour for the instructor, we students were informed that he’d had an incident and that the class would be canceled for the day. While we waited, a young woman dressed in 1950s fashion handed us some flyers inviting us to work as Burlesque dancers at a cabaret. The audition was that same day at eight in the evening. Several of my classmates were very excited and planned to show up at the scheduled time. I was intrigued as well, but it wasn’t exactly appropriate for the wife of a surgeon to be ha

"Your sister didn't learn about this in university. How could she understand what you've just said? Silly child." Tracy smiled shyly. "Oh, right. Look at me. I was so happy that I forgot Faye wouldn't get it." She tilted her head up in arrogance, "But I'm sure Faye will understand what I have to say next. Mr. Keane Senior has recommended me to the nationally famous, world-renowned dancer, Avery Stewart. She will be my teacher, and I've already registered to join the National Dance Competition next month." "You'll be going to Jorn City soon. I'll miss you so much," Lizzie said, playing along.

“I am still traumatized from the last one; please spare me from your dates.” While Tara and Keira were looking at dresses, two women approached them; their classmates from high school. “Hey Tara! Remember us? We were your classmates back in high school.” “Ah yeah, Misty and Lilly right?” Tara remembers them clearly because they bullied Keira back in the days, and she was always the one to rescue her from these witches. “Yes, good thing you remember us, I heard you studied college with your dork friend.” Misty glanced and smiled at the unfamiliar woman beside Tara … “Oh and your friend here?”

One of my least favorite people just had to put a damper on my night with my girl. “Bellamy, it’s so good to see you again,” Tara said, giving me slow once over. Tara was the daughter of one of our biggest donors and also the leader of the Council that made decisions on behalf of the New York witches. The relationship with the Council was precarious at best because they held a lot of power and could challenge my position at any time. Kenzie’s grip on my arm tightened in response to Tara’s shameless grazing of my body, but the rest of her was completely relaxed.

Still, she can’t judge a book by its cover. Next comes the dance practice at a private workshop branched off the notorious 1MILLION studio residing in the main part of New York, courtesy of Lance’s lavish ass. Formerly majoring in dance, Ariana easily trains with Tasha, his lively instructor, and enjoys taking on the floor. Tasha praises her natural talent and insists they work on something outside of her formal lessons once in a while. Alex soon joins them with his own moves once the session is over and the studio is emptied.

Daisy said. "Anyways since we are now together, I and Lora plan to do a show together. She sings and I dance my ballet, It will be fun and will be a big show." Nora said, lifting up one of her legs and started dancing around her room. Daisy flew away from her shoulder and started dancing ballet in the mid-air together with Nora. Nora stopped dancing after a while and smiled at her little fairy who was still dancing nonstop. She took that opportunity to excuse herself and went straight to her bathroom and took her bath.

In other words, she’d always pick her loyalty to Cadence over me. “You did great today,” Tara said as we walked along, trailing the other girls. Neither one of us really liked the locker room situation much. I think Tara was self-conscious about her curves, and since I am only sixteen and some of these girls are almost twenty-one, sometimes I feel like a prepubescent woman-child in their presence. I’d just as soon let them clear out. Sometimes I even go back to the apartment before I shower, if I know that Cadence and Aaron won’t be there when I get there. I don’t think Aaron much cares for me bringing more odor home than is absolutely necessary. “You did great, too,” I said to Tara, who rol

She cried even harder and said in a choked voice, “Walter, please don’t let me ruin your relationship with your wife. That would make me very sad. “I really don’t think Zara meant to poison Scruffy on purpose. Since it’s already gone, fighting over who’s to blame won’t bring it back. Let me tell you something. I heard Zara graduated from dance school, and she’s an amazing dancer. People call her the Dancing Queen. Why don’t Zara perform a beautiful, stunning dance for me? Then, we’ll call it even.” I clenched my fists tightly. My throat felt tight. It was very difficult to breathe.